


Underworld: The Associate [ON HOLD]

by WhyAreAllUsernamesTaken



Category: Monsta X (Band)
Genre: (?), Alternate universe - Mafia, Angst, Blood and Violence, Explicit Language, Gen, Implied Sexual Content, M/M, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Plot Twists, Rating May Change, References to Drugs, Sexual Harassment, Stalking, Student Yoo Kihyun
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2020-01-19
Updated: 2020-01-19
Packaged: 2021-02-27 11:14:31
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,927
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22286179
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/WhyAreAllUsernamesTaken/pseuds/WhyAreAllUsernamesTaken
Summary: Kihyun never aspired to have a part-time job working for one of the regimes of the fucking Mafia, but there he was, snapping photo after photo of run-down buildings and shady meetups.It was less scary than it sounded and in his opinion it wasn't all that dangerous, but the leader of the bunch put that opinion severely to the test.And for quite a while that's the only thing he has to worry about.But then he starts to get a taste of what therealMafia life is like when he starts noticing someone following him everywhere he goes.His life turns into a whirlwind after that and leaves him confused and anxious.And he wished he had never accepted the job in the first place.------EDIT: I revised the first chapter and wasn't satisfied so I made some changes, plus I figured out the plot. Please read chapter one again if you read it before 19/01
Relationships: Son Hyunwoo | Shownu/Yoo Kihyun
Comments: 14
Kudos: 59





	Underworld: The Associate [ON HOLD]

**Author's Note:**

> All these ongoing fics…
> 
> LETS ADD ANOTHER ONE!
> 
> Warning: this was written on complete impulse so I have no idea where this will be going yet. Bare with me.

If there was one thing being involved with the Korean leg of the mafia had taught Kihyun, it was to trust no one. 

Which was pretty funny because Kihyun would trust those guys with his life, even if he got told over and over again that trust didn’t exist in this world. He begged to differ with how loyal they were, but the warning was always there.

_‘’Make sure everyone in your boat is rowing and not drilling holes when you’re not watching’’_

But Kihyun couldn’t bring himself to be distrusting of the members he knew.

For an organised bunch of criminals, they were pretty okay people if you asked Kihyun. They were funny, honest, welcoming and incredibly kind to him, more so after they’d found out that Kihyun had never really had a family. 

He did have parents and one older brother, but it had always felt like he wasn’t really part of it. He wasn’t all that upset about it – he got over it after high school – but the guys very much sympathized with him and swore to become his new family.

More often than not he got dragged back to their hideout to hang out after delivering the pictures, even though he wasn’t an official member and in no way authorised to even be there.

You see, Kihyun was merely an associate and wasn’t meant to actually know anyone other than Minhyuk, nor interact with anyone other than Minhyuk and he most definitely wasn’t meant to find himself hanging out with four criminals in their secret home.

But Minhyuk - aka Sunshine – never seemed all that concerned about it. The guy would switch from all business to a hyper-active puppy as soon as the money made it to Kihyun’s pocket, grabbing Kihyun’s jacket and dragging him out of whatever dingy alley they had met up in and to their ‘hideout’.

House, was more like it.

Well, that wasn’t quite it either, but in no way did they hide themselves away in some shady warehouse on a half-abandoned dock. It was more a cheap apartment in the less savoury part of the city, which had confused Kihyun at first because he thought they had _money_ so had expected a more lavish house. He had never questioned it though. No need to endanger himself by sticking his nose in business he wasn’t supposed to stick his nose in.

Hyungwon was a bit more concerned about him being there at least one evening a week, and rightfully so. Kihyun would be too. But the guy stopped scolding Minhyuk after a couple of weeks and just rolled his eyes before disappearing from the room whenever Kihyun stumbled into the apartment after Minhyuk.

The youngest of the bunch, Changkyun, always greeted him with an aloof ‘’Good afternoon’’ and at first Kihyun had felt quite intimidated by the guy’s stoic expression and scrutinizing gaze, but the kid would always turn around within a matter of minutes and follow Kihyun around everywhere he went.

It was always Jooheon who helped Kihyun out by dragging the boy to the couch and pushing a controller in his hands and starting up one of Changkyun’s favourite games. God bless the guy with that razor-sharp glare.

Then there were the two oldest, Wonho and Shownu.

Kihyun didn’t know all that much about the inner workings, but it was pretty easy to figure out that those two had a higher position. From what Minhyuk had told him, it was Shownu who actually called the shots in the team and he was the only one who ever saw the boss. 

The fact that Kihyun didn’t even know their real names gave away the lack of familiarity with the two. He’d seen them around on the rare occasion but they never acknowledged his presence, opting to ignore him all together and thereby shutting down any possibility to get to know them _at all_.

He was almost certain they had never even looked his way.

But what did Kihyun expect? He wasn’t even supposed to get chummy with his shady employers, neither did he particularly feel the need to. Whenever he caught a glimpse of the two, his body would freeze up. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but he assumed it was because the non-familiarity with the two reminded him of the fact that they were actually members of the mafia and could easily kill him off right then and there and make it look like a car accident or something, for fucks sake.

Sometimes Kihyun wondered why he hadn’t just taken that job at the seven-eleven on his campus, but then he would remember the miniscule pay and horrible hours. They couldn’t expect him to do shifts from one till four in the morning when he was a full-time Criminology student.

Ironic.

Maybe he could put his insider-experience on his CV. But then again, he didn’t think they’d hire someone who had once been in kahoots with the mafia. Or maybe they would?

Well, he could at least write all of this off as practical experience. What better way to try and understand criminals than to mingle with them? He was purely going to great lengths to see the theory in his books in real life.

‘’What are you thinking about Kiki?,’’

Kihyun let out a sigh and rolled over from his spot on the carpet – he tried not to think about the possible germs in there - to see Jooheon leaning back in the couch with a heavy laptop and tons of hard drives and wires attached to said laptop.

Had Kihyun mentioned that he absolutely _hated_ the nickname the guys had given him? 

‘’Nothing much,’’ he replied, heaving himself up from his place on the floor and dusting off his jeans and jacket.

Jooheon wasn’t even looking at him so how the guy knew his thoughts had wandered off, Kihyun didn’t know. But that was just Jooheon. The guy was incredibly sharp and had keen instincts, not all that surprising seeing his line of work.

‘’Sure thing Kiki,’’ the guy muttered, brows furrowed as he frantically typed away, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Kihyun took a deep inhale and shut his eyes in an attempt to keep his temper down, digging his blunt fingernails into the palm of his hand.

‘’I got to go,’’ he announced as he opened his eyes again, ‘’I got a test tomorrow morning,’’

Jooheon finally looked up from the laptop and nodded, ‘’Give me one second and I’ll get someone to walk you back,’’

Kihyun groaned and got his bag from the floor, checking if his keys were still in the same place. 

‘’I’m not some teenage girl. I don’t need someone to walk me back,’’ Kihyun huffed, ‘’And don’t give me another speech about how dangerous it is to be involved with you guys and how it is for my own safety,’’

They’d had talked about it plenty of times already and even though Kihyun understood that he was a special case – not a member of the family but too close for him to not be perceived as one by someone looking for an opening – but who was going to come for him? He was of no importance whatsoever. 

Jooheon didn’t respond – mumbling to himself as he typed - and Kihyun saw his chance to soundlessly shuffle to the door. He shot one look back before carefully turning the nob and inwardly celebrated when Jooheon was now on the phone and not paying attention to him at all.

Somehow he managed to close the old creaking door behind him without it making a single peep.

He grinned and took a step back, ready to turn around and get out of here before Jooheon noticed he was gone. But as soon as he did turn around, he bumped into someone’s chest, almost sending him backwards and his bag slipping off his shoulder in the process.

‘’What the fuck,’’ Kihyun hissed out on instinct, scurrying to keep his balance and _not_ trip over his bag.

He didn’t really get the time to recover from the run-in because suddenly the other person got a hold of his arm and swiftly yanked at it. Kihyun got spun around and the next thing he knew his arm was on his back and pushed up, causing his right shoulder to scream in pain. 

A very pathetic whimper left his lips and suddenly his other arm got gripped as well. Kihyun froze when the figure pressed up against his back.

‘’Who the are you?,’’ a voice growled in his ear, fingers digging into his wrists.

But Kihyun couldn’t find his voice and only managed to let out a shaky breath. Apparently the man didn’t like his lack of response because his arm got pushed up a bit further and Kihyun’s eyes welled up.

He didn’t know whether it was because of the pain or because he was suddenly very _scared_ by the fact that this random man was invading his personal space and pressed up against him now, breathing down the back of his neck. Plus, Kihyun wasn’t in control right now and he _hated_ not having control over the situation.

What he did know was that his heart was about ready to burst out of his chest and the steady heartbeat of the stranger on his back did nothing but taunt him, acting as a clear sign of who had the upper hand here.

‘’Explain to me why I suddenly find a stranger coming out of my own house in the middle of the night?,’’ the man asked, voice unwavering.

A shiver ran down Kihyun’s spine at the calmness of the other’s voice, as if he knew that he didn’t need to make it any lower to intimidate Kihyun. Which he really didn't because Kihyun was _terrified_.

Kihyun opened his mouth to force an explanation out of his mouth to defuse the situation but he got intercepted before he even could try.

‘’Are you here to spy? Or are you some kind of hitman?,’’

By now Kihyun was convinced that his wrists were slowly getting bruised and that he’d wake up in the morning with a sore shoulder. Still, he managed to focus and he shook his head, not trusting his voice.

‘’Didn’t think so. You are too… fragile,’’ the man muttered, his breath fanning Kihyun’s ear, ‘’You are probably one of those whores the boss keeps sending over as a reward,’’

What the fuck.

What the actual fuck!

All previous fear flew off into space and it was as if a switch suddenly flipped. Kihyun could feel his face heath up from sheer anger and his muscles tensed.

He tried to keep it in because something told him that he should keep his cool if he didn't want to get even more hurt, but then the man behind him said something along the lines of _’’You’re a pretty one though’’_ and he just flipped out.

Kihyun was always polite, always well mannered and never really fought with anyone, but he was not going to let someone talk to him in that way. 

It was on impulse that he threw his head back with as much force as he could gather – pretty easy now that his temper was fuelling him – and he heard something crack, accompanied by a low growl.

Suddenly the guy let go and Kihyun spun around in an instant, his vision pulsing. Said figure had doubled over and clutched his nose, blood slowly dripping into a little puddle on the ground.

‘’What the fuck did you say?!,’’ Kihyun yelled, ignoring the dull ache on the back of his head, ‘’I’m not a fucking whore you son of a bitch!,’’

His body was trembling and he knew he had to calm down. Even though he only had the light of a dingy street lantern somewhere behind the man, he could make out a set of muscular arms and broad shoulders and he had _felt_ the full extent of those muscles on his back a couple of seconds earlier. Kihyun was a little kid compared to him and so it would be very unwise to anger the man even more than he probably already had.

Kihyun was about ready to scream some more when the guy suddenly snorted, winching right after that.

‘’That wasn’t very smart, little one,’’ 

The man sounded… amused? 

Kihyun’s previous anger slowly ebbed away now that he realised what he had done, fear seeping back into his bones. The man then suddenly laughed loudly and now Kihyun was confused. He was pretty sure he had broken the man’s nose – he gave himself a mental shoulder-pat for that – and wasn’t expecting the man to find that entertaining in any way.

Suddenly the door behind Kihyun got thrown open and an arm sneaked around his waist and to his stomach before he got tugged behind another person, a mop of short blonde hair filling his vision. From the corner of his eyes he saw two more people on his left and one on his right, almost forming a protective circle.

‘’Wait,’’ Jooheon muttered, ‘’Shownu?,’’

Kihyun recoiled back and cursed under his breath at the revelation. He managed to push himself to the tips of his toes to look over Jooheon’s shoulder and tada, he was looking straight in the eyes of the so-called leader of the bunch, blood smeared from down his nose all the way to his chin.

If he hadn’t been fucked before, he sure as hell was now.

‘’What the hell happened here?,’’ Hyungwon spoke up, moving away from Kihyun’s left and stopping in front of Shownu and tilting the man’s head up to inspect his nose.

‘’I could ask you guys the same thing,’’ the man hissed and turned to glare at Kihyun.

However, Kihyun caught something else flickering behind that glare. He couldn’t really put a name on it but it made him slightly uneasy so he dropped back on his feet and shrunk in on himself. He wished he could just disappear into thin air.

‘’Why the hell are you bleeding? Did you fight with someone? Did you get ambushed? Do we need to send people?,’’ Changkyun added, already prying his phone out of his pocket.

The man – or Shownu – let out a grunt and Kihyun could hear Hyungwon mutter a soft _’’sorry’’_.

‘’That little birdy hiding behind you did this,’’

‘’Kihyun?,’’ Minhyuk chimed in, ‘’Why would Kihyun turn your nose into a bloody pulp? Moreover, how did he manage to do that? That’s quite concerning if I’m being honest. Are you turning rusty hyung?,’’

There were a bunch of snorts and chuckles and Kihyun could feel his muscles relax. However, they shut up too soon and the tension was back.

‘’Everyone inside, now,’’ Shownu barked and Kihyun jolted.

The next thing he knew, Jooheon turned around and took a hold of his hand, gently tugging him back inside and leading him to the couch. 

He got pulled down with Jooheon and Minhyuk was on his other side in an instant, eyeing Kihyun nervously. Changkyun threw him a similar look before he sat down cross-legged on the carpet, staring into nothingness.

Then Shownu stalked in and Kihyun could almost _feel_ the man’s eyes on him as he sat down in the only armchair and he shifted a bit closer to Jooheon. The latter seemed to notice his discomfort and threw and arm around his shoulders to tug him closer. Kihyun appreciated the gesture and let himself melt into the younger's side. 

Hyungwon appeared with a first-aid kit and for a couple of minutes they sat in silence as the tall guy did some damage-control. It took a while but then the man's face was free of blood and Kihyun felt a bit better now that that was gone.

As soon as Hyungwon had stepped away and draped himself over a beanbag, Shownu cleared his throat and leaned his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward.

‘’So, anyone mind explaining me who this Kihyun is and why you were about ready to attack me?,’’

Kihyun flinched at the dark undertone and another shiver was sent down his spine.

‘’Are you kidding me?,’’ Minhyuk piped up, ‘’Kihyun is the one providing us with photographs of whatever we need. He’s part of our scouting team. My god, you really need to come home more often and not hide away in your office,’’

Shownu’s eyes widened in surprise and Kihyun had to try his best not to feel offended. Sure, the man had assumed that he was some kind of whore earlier and that didn't feel good - not that Kihyun had something against prostitutes - but now even after clarifying the man gave away how he hadn't even though of that possibility, as if Kihyun was just a dumb and pretty face without a set of perfectly working brains capable of doing complicated tasks. 

‘’Oh, so he’s not one of you guys’ boytoy?,’’ the man deadpanned.

Okay _now_ Kihyun was offended.

Was it so difficult to believe he didn't go around selling his body for sex?

He was a hard-working young adult with a degree in Sociology in his pocket and working on a second degree, leading a relatively clean life and he worked as a volunteer in the campus’ library every now and then. 

He wasn’t some hooker.

Hell no.

Kihyun nudged Jooheon's arm off his shoulder, shot up from his spot on the couch and turned to Shownu, his eyes growing wider as Kihyun took a step in his direction.

‘’Stop thinking I’m some sort of prostitute!,’’ Kihyun yelled at the man, ‘’I don’t know whether you are sexually frustrated or something but leave me fucking out of it!,’’

The surprise on the man’s face was real and deep down Kihyun knew that he shouldn’t push his luck, but he was stubborn and pretty prideful so backing out wasn’t an option.

‘’Kiki, calm down. Shownu doesn’t always think before saying something, he didn’t mean to offend you,’’ Minhyuk whispered almost inaudibly, but Kihyun wasn’t having it.

He tuned the others out and stared straight into Shownu’s eyes, taking another couple of steps until the man was left staring up at him.

‘’The fact that you just assume that someone with a remotely nice face isn't capable of making a living by using their brain is just fucked up,'' Kihyun hissed, ''Listen, I don’t care if you’re some hotshot in this whole mafia business, you are apologizing.’’

The look of surprise morphed into something Kihyun could only label as fascination and the man dared to fucking _smirk_ at him. 

God did that piss Kihyun off.

‘’Apologize!,’’

Kihyun didn’t know his voice could get that loud, but there was a first for everything right?

There was some sort of satisfaction when all the guys flinched – Shownu included – and it gave him the balls to take another step closer and glare at the man.  
The room went deadly quiet after that and the only thing Kihyun could hear was his own ragged breathing.

‘’You’re right,’’ the man suddenly sighed, running a hand over his face as he stood up, ‘’It wasn’t very cordial of me to assume… things. My sincere apologies,’’

Kihyun was baffled at how genuinely sorry the man sounded and deflated immediately. Sure, he had demanded an apology but he had actually gotten one, a very real one at that. He hadn't quite counted on getting one so easily. To add to it, the man was looking at him like he really regretted it.

‘’Ehh, yeah,’’ Kihyun spluttered, scanning the man's face to see is there was any mockery going on but he found none, ‘’Okay. Thanks, I guess?,’’

He could hear the gasp going through the room but he didn’t have time to think about that because suddenly Shownu lazily smiled down at him and Kihyun felt the previous tension get thrown out of the window, only to make place for this odd tingle in his brain.

‘’S-sorry for fucking up your nose,’’ Kihyun stuttered, suddenly feeling quite guilty now that he got a better look of the man's bruised nose.

Shownu frowned and then burst out laughing, reaching out to pat his head. Kihyun flinched at the contact, but the other’s hand on his head felt strangely warm and comforting.

‘’It’s okay birdy, I deserved it,'' the man replied. Kihyun was about to nod and apologize again when the man leaned forward, only stopping once he was near his ear. ''But don’t do that again though,’’ Shownu growled in his ear.

The hand wandered down to Kihyun’s cheek and the man tapped it rather harshly before turning around and casually walking out of the living room, leaving Kihyun completely thrown off about what the fuck just happened.

Had that been a threat?

‘’Am I seeing things?,’’ Changkyun suddenly whispered out, looking at Kihyun like he was some sort of all-mighty God.

Kihyun snapped out of his daze and raised a brow in question but the younger just turned away and looked at the others.

‘’It’s a miracle,’’ Hyungwon muttered from the corner.

‘’What?,’’ Kihyun asked as he frowned.

What was going on? Why did they seem so surprised?

Minhyuk was almost jumping on the couch like the hyper-active puppy he was and it left Kihyun only more confused.

‘’Oh my god. Is this really happening?,’’ the guy screeched, smiling like an idiot.

‘’Someone mind explaining me?,’’ Kihyun asked, running his hand through his hair.

Of course he got ignored and he was about ready to break some more noses until he felt a tug on the hem of his shirt. He snapped his head back and came face-to-face with Jooheon.

‘’I wish you the best of luck Kiki,’’ Jooheon deadpanned.

And it was when Kihyun was about to head home that he understood.

He was about ready to step out of the door - hand already on the handle - when a hand landed on top of his. Kihyun spun around and found himself too close to Shownu, faces mere inches away from each other. His first instinct was to coil back but there was no room for him to do that when the door was right behind him, so he opted for holding his breath in anticipation. 

However, the man didn't seem in a hurry to say whatever he wanted to say and Kihyun grew uncomfortable when he _saw_ Shownu's eyes darting over his face with his brows furrowed. 

Very uncomfortable.

Kihyun wasn't someone who thrived on attention, who liked people noticing him. If any, he did better when he would go up in the mass or the wall. To add to the problem, there hung a weird tension between them after the previous... _situation_ and it didn't help his heart from beating violently in his chest. 

The worst of it was that Kihyun wasn't able to label it. There was that lingering anxiousness that had resulted from fear and panic and for a second his shoulder throbbed again. But there was also this this tingle creeping up his arm from where the man's hand lay on his, something Kihyun could only describe as foreign and maybe a bit thrilling.

Kihyun wasn't blind and the short-sleeved shirt the man was wearing wasn't leaving much for the imagination and even though Kihyun hated to admit it, Shownu was really attractive. 

The man wasn't that much taller but he seemed massive to Kihyun. His arms were about twice - maybe even thrice - the size of Kihyun's and were well-defined, a couple of veins sticking out from his skin and running from his elbow to his wrists. Same went for the man's thighs and Kihyun's mind so kindly provided him with a mental image of those thighs slotted in between his own legs. 

And that scared him.

All in all, Kihyun just really wanted time to speed up because his throat was turning dry and his jacket was getting too hot.

''I'll drive you home,'' was all the man said before turning the doornob, his warm hand still wrapped around Kihyun's.

The action forced Kihyun to take a step away from the door to prevent it from bumping into him but apearently Shownu didn't get the memo to take a step back as well and Kihyun ended up pressed against the man's chest again.

Before he could even step away or slip his hand out from underneath Shownu's, the man stepped away from him - not without grazing Kihyun's waist with his hand - and slipped through the doorway.

The sound of an engine getting turned on snapped Kihyun out of it and he reluctantly shuffled outside and down the steps, seeing Shownu holding open the soor on the passenger side and staring intensly at him and a shiver ran down his spine again.

Kihyun slipped inside the car without looking at the man and adjusted his bag, holding it to his chest tightly in an attempt to find something to ground him. 

God did he want to get home.

The door closed and within a couple of seconds Shownu was next to him, already leaning towards Kihyun to buckle his belt. However, Kihyun was quick enough and managed to grab the thing himself and buckle it. He let out a sigh of relieve when the man shifted back and out of his personal space.

Did the man understand what that was? Because Kihyun wasn't so sure about that.

A snort came from his left side and Kihyun snapped his head to look at Shownu. He was met with a lazy smile, one that made Kihyun's heart thump uncomfortably in his chest and spread a wave of heath through his whole body.

''No need to be so on guard birdy,'' Shownu smirked, turning his eyes to the road in front of them.

Kihyun choose not to respond to that and opted to look out of the window on his right.

It was about twenty minutes later that they rolled up to Kihyun's campus and he was about ready to dash out of the car. They hadn't spoken a word suring the ride but Kihyun had seen the man looking at him once in a while through the reflection of the window and he had to keep himself from squirming under the gaze.

Kihyun scraped his throat and unbuckled his belt before turning to Shownu to give him a quick bow, ''Thanks for the ride,''

Then there was a tug on the front of his shirt and sent him leaning over to the driver's seat and the next thing he knew, he felt lips pressed against his and something warm and wet pressing against his lips and trying to pry them apart.

His brain short-cut for a second but then it kicked back into gear and he managed to bring his hand up to the man's chest and used all of his strenth to push. 

It didn't do anything and when he tried to lean back, a hand was holding on to the hair on the back of his head preventing him from doing so.

And he started to panic.

He did not want this.

He did not want this _at all_.

So he desperately tried to push again and hoped the adrenaline would have had enough time to settle in his muscles, but it still didn't do anything. If any, the man seemed to get more agressive and the next thing he knew, Kihyun's wrist were stuck in the man's langer hand.

A loud whimper emitted from the back of his throat and the other responded to that with a muted growl and Kihyun felt his eyes well up.

He was scared.

Shownu's tongue was still pressing against his lips but he managed to keep them tightly shut.

By now the tears had made their way out of his eyes and he could feel them burning his skin as they travelled down his face and he became even more aware of the situation he was in.

He tried to wiggle his wrists out the man's grip but it was completely useless. No matter how he tried to trash around, Shownu's strength was too much.

Kihyun let out a choked sob and then _finally_ the man let go.

It was on instinct when Kihyun's hand landed on the side of the man's face with a loud slap and a watery cry left his lips.

Shownu didn't seem all that impressed as he turned his head back to face Kihyun again and it chilled Kihyun to the bone.

''F-fuck you,'' was all that Kihyun managed to squeeze out before he turned around like lightning and pushed the door open.

He didn't wait for a response and hurled himself out of the car, stumbling for a second before ordering his legs to get to running.

And as soon as the door to his room closed behind him, Kihyun slid to the floor and pulled his knees up to his chest, tightly holding unto them to curl up.

Two hours.

It took him two hours to stop crying and get himself to his bed, hiding away beneath the blanket and screaming at himself to stop overreacting.

Just a kiss.

It was just a kiss.

Other people would laugh at him for his tears and tell him it's nothing special and that he needed to get over himself.

Yeah.

But it felt _so_ wrong and filled him with dread and resulted in this feeling that something really bad was going to happen.

Kihyun didn't sleep that night.

**Author's Note:**

> There aren't enough Mafia fics so I decided to write one myself.
> 
> A penny for your thoughts?


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